Lily P.O.V
The next day, I called in sick. I had never missed a day at Smith & Anderson's law firm, so I had a great amount of leverage as far as how many days I could get off.
All I could think of was Steve. He was...perfect. He was the man that I was destined to be with. And he and Susan betrayed me.
I angrily kicked over a vase. It shattered into hundreds of pieces, and with a sudden anxiety I realized it was the one my grandmother gave me. I exhaled through my nose, and tried to calm down. Steve was an old part of my life, as was Susan. I needed to move on.
I swept up the glass shards guiltily, and disposed of them. On the brightside, when my grandmother went to live in the retirement home she left twenty-something vases with me, so I had many more to go before they were all gone.
My ring tone blared through my apartment, and I ran around my living room trying to find it. Finally finding it partially hidden under the couch, I pressed answer.
"H-hello?" I said, my voice still scratchy from all the crying I did.
"Lily, I am so sorry! Please forgive me-"
"Goodbye Susan." I said robotically and then I hung up. I ran my hand through my hair, and tried to shake her out of my mind. I walked to my book case and tried to select something to read that could get my mind of her and Steve. Jane Eyre, North and South, and The Count of Monte Cristo stood out to me. All of them were too dark for me to get lost in right now.
My hand skimmed all the titles on the shelf. I suddenly felt rough lettering on one of them. Taking it off the shelf, I read the title.
Pride and Prejudice.
Finally, something good. I laid myself on the couch, and opened to page one.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
Getting myself lost in the world Jane Austen whirled into being, I forgot all about my problems, but of the problem of Mrs. Bennet's need of marrying off her daughters. Then Mr. Darcy came onto the scene. His suave not lost through his pride, his worldy experience not lost through his partiality, all came to the forefront. The last page was turned, his views changed, his pride gone, he finally was a masterpiece. Steve was a joke. Darcy was the man I was to marry. Or, at least someone like him.
I shut the book, and thought for a moment. Maybe that was my problem, maybe I was too stuck on the image of a man who didn't in actuality exist. Maybe Susan was right...no. No she wasn't. No friend did that to another friend, no matter how disinterested that friend was "real" men.
It was time to move on. I raised myself from my couch and ran around my apartment, searching for things that Steve bought for me, most likely with the money Susan gave him. I tossed one item after the other into the trash, not sparring the most expensive thing to the cheapest.
I had never felt better.
Remembering the coat Steve had given me, I walked over to the living room closet. This was the last item, then I was rid of him once and for all. I placed on hand on the door knob, and exhaled heavily, ready to turn it. Once and for all...
Suddenly the door whacked me in face, and I landed hard on the floor.
Darcy P.O.V
As I pushed the door open, I heard and felt the impact of something against the door. An animal of some sort? What could it have-
I gasped. Instead of seeing trees and plants I was greeted with the image of a small room. A woman was splayed across the wood floor, her black hair was splayed across her temple, and shockingly enough she wore a shirt and trousers! Where in the world was I?
The woman groaned and raised herself up. Her eyes opened slowly, they were brown and flecked with green. She saw me, and her expression turned from dazed to shocked to horrified.
"Get away from me, you pervert!" She scouted away on her backside, and shielded her body with her hands as if I would take advantages with her. I would scoff if I had not been shocked as well.
"Madame, forgive me..I-I really don't know how I got here. Forgive me!" She now had a metal pan and was charging toward me.
"Leave, or I will hurt you!" She screamed with her little American accent. She wielded her pan like a rapier, ready to strike at any moment.
"Now please, Madame, wait for a-"
She screamed again and brought the pan down towards my head. I easily blocked it with my forearm and knocked it away. Her eyes widened with shock.
I raised my hands, in an effort to show her I meant no harm, but she just flinched.
"Madame," I said slowly, enunciating my words carefully. "I mean no harm. I just need to know where I am, and I will leave."
"I don't know what drugs you are doing, but I do know that you will leave right now, or else!" She ran towards a red couch and produced a small rectangular device. Pressing something on it for a moment, she then stared defiantly at me.
"Leave, Or I will swear I will call the police right now!" She posed her thumb over it threatingly, and I almost laughed.
"How will you do that when there are none close enough to hear you?" I smiled. The woman looked at me bewildered. Her plain face scrunched up ridiculously in disbelief.
"I have a phone!" She said, waving the rectangle again. She squinted at me as if I was a maniac.
"Is that what they call those things? I have never heard of such. Is it an American invention?" I stepped closer to her, intrigued.
"Don't step any closer!" She jumped back, and slammed into the granite kitchen counter. She groaned and sank to the floor, clutching her side. I ran to her and put my hand on the wrist to help her up. We both gasped as electricity shot through us both. Black markings transfered from a symbol on my hand that I had not noticed, onto hers. It burned us, shinging our flesh, making twin marks on the inside of our palms.
She looked up at me, her bright eyes widening to a massive size.
"Who are you?"
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